Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 197 The Weasley Brothers' Promise
Cedric and Cho didn't return until late in the evening.

In order to welcome them back to school, Fred and George bought several large bottles of butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

Their group of six... well, almost everyone in the team got a bottle, and the only person missing was Kyle.

"You all hold grudges too much." Kyle looked at the butter beer in other people's hands, pursed his lips and said, "I was just joking, as for remembering it until now..."

"Oh, isn't this Kyle of Merlin's Order?" Fred said in a very surprised tone, "You should have told us earlier, I thought that a noble person like you wouldn't bother to drink butter beer. "

"Wait a minute, I don't think he is a member of Sir Merlin." George said: "In the trophy room, he only has a trophy for special contribution to the school."

"And it was last year..."

"It's been a long time since..."

"I told you that enough is enough!" Kyle rubbed his forehead and said, "Isn't it the Medal of Merlin? Believe it or not, I'll hit you on the head with it every day."

After a strange silence...

"Ha..." George let out a strange cry, and then laughed loudly while clutching his stomach: "I can't do it... Hahaha... Fred, did you hear what he said?"

"Of course, George, I can hear you very clearly." Fred wiped away the tears from his laughter. "Let's quickly get out the last bottle of butter beer. He's starting to talk nonsense."

"I think so……"

"Knocking us over the head with the Order of Merlin is such a funny joke..."

"I can laugh all year long..."

Kyle looked at the butterbeer they handed over, and asked calmly, "If I can really do it."

"Then we'll take care of your butter beer in the future!" Fred said indifferently.

"If someone can win the Medal of Merlin in the second grade, I will hold three trophies, tap dance and fly around the school."

"Count me in too!"

Saying that, even they themselves were amused.

Kyle raised his eyebrows, took a sip of butter beer silently, and did not speak.

This stuff is really delicious, a bit like hot cocoa, it's full of buttery aroma, but it doesn't feel greasy at all, no wonder it's so popular.

In the future, I can consider having a drink every day... I just don't know if the Weasley brothers' wallets will last.

……

Not long after the students returned to Hogwarts, the dinner party began.

Hermione looked at Ron who was putting food on a big plate, and frowned, "What are you doing, and where is Harry, he's not going to have dinner?"

"That's all I have to say."

Holding a chicken leg, Ron said helplessly, "Harry is sleeping in the dormitory, I called him many times, but it didn't work at all.

If he doesn't bring some more now, he will only be hungry when he wakes up. "

"Sleep...now?" Hermione was even more puzzled.

She could understand that Harry was prone to sleepiness. He was always in a daze when he was in the library, but why did he have to sleep at this time?
"Wait, don't you guys want to go on a night tour again?" Hermione asked vigilantly.

"Of course not, we haven't been swimming at night for a long time!" Ron blushed a little.

"It was Kyle. He gave Harry a bottle of life and death water, saying that it could solve the problem of nightmares."

Then, Ron gave a general account of what happened in Hagrid's cabin that afternoon.

"...It's just that Harry's drunk a little too much, he's been asleep for four hours."

"How much did he drink?"

Ron thought for a while and said, "I don't know, maybe a small cup, but definitely not much."

"What do you think it is, pumpkin juice?" Hermione frowned. "I read in the book that it only takes a small spoonful of life and death water to make people fall asleep for two hours. He actually drank a cup?"

"Yeah, I know, Kyle said the same thing at the time." Ron sighed, "Then what should we do now."

"There is no way but to wait for him to wake up by himself, but that may be in the middle of the night, or even early the next morning." Hermione looked at the big plate in Ron's hand, "Are you sure you want to take it like this?" Is there a lot?"

"Of course, what if Harry doesn't have enough food." Ron said casually: "Although the time is indeed a bit long, as long as they are baked in the fireplace, they will become as delicious as they were just made. That’s how they all eat.”

Hermione stared at him with a gleam of danger in her eyes.

"So you've been working on how to bake food all vacation and never went to Nicolas May, have you?"

"We looked for it, and we went to the Restricted Books Section!" Ron quickly defended, "'You probably don't know, but the books there make a lot of noise when opened, and we were almost caught by Filch."

Hermione glanced at him suspiciously. It was the first time she had heard that books would scream, and it was inevitable that she wondered if this was an excuse made up by Ron.

But Ron smacked his chest swearingly, saying that what he said was true... After all, Harry told him these things himself, and Ron was full of confidence.

After the opening dinner, everyone returned to the dormitory.

Hermione was right, and it wasn't until late at night that Harry slowly opened his eyes.

He wanted to talk, but his throat felt dry. Luckily, there was half a glass of pumpkin juice next to him.Although he didn't know who it belonged to, Harry couldn't care less about it, so he picked it up and took a big gulp.

"This is... the dormitory?"

Harry put down his cup and began to look around.

Next to the pumpkin juice, there was another plate full of hearty food.

A pang of hunger hit Harry's throat, and he felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach, which was very uncomfortable.

It had been a long time since he left the Dursleys' house.

Harry picked up a baked potato and swallowed the skin in just a few mouthfuls, which was much better.

Neville and Seamus were sleeping, and Ron was sitting at the table, propping his chin with his hands, and shaking his head bit by bit.

Harry stepped forward and pushed him: "Ron, why are you sleeping here?"

Ron, who was woken up, opened his eyes and said in a daze, "Um... Harry... Oh, thank God, you finally woke up..."

"How long have I been asleep?" Harry asked.

"I don't know..." Ron rubbed his eyes, "but it must have been more than eight hours. How are you feeling now?"

"Excellent!"

Harry said excitedly: "This is the most comfortable sleep I've ever slept in. I didn't have any dreams."

"That would be great..." Ron yawned and sat down on his bed.

He still wanted to say something, but because he was too sleepy, he fell into a deep sleep before he could open his mouth.

(End of this chapter)